I feel as though I must have a clean environment in order for me to actually sit down and work.
If I know something is out of place I just can’t work. It’s something in the back of my head ringing over and over again. I cant stop thinking about it. I’m starting to think I have OCD, who knows.
But seriously. I clean before I write.
It’s a habit I choose to pick up. I believe that if you have a clean room you have a clear mind. It makes life easier… Organizing, sweeping, cleaning… Everything must have its’ place or it has no purpose.
I am mechanical.